Riden's NEW Journal of Cyrodiil, The new version since my old one got wiped from my computer T_T Options

[DarkZerker]

Um so here I am. I was going to say one month but what the heck, I just started up Oblivion since my Oblivion save file and all my Microsoft Word files were wiped. Thank god I had both my Fallout 3 fan fiction saved on a USB so does my Oblivion ASSASSIN save file.

This is the new Riden Snowe as my new thumbnail and signature suggests. This was actually my first real roleplaying type character. An assassin based off the "Assassin's Creed" games(at least the armor and hidden blade). Since I have better writing skills, it will be better. Bladesong rewrite! Annoying but what the heck.

Chapter One, Corruption is the root of my money.

I looked down at my latest contract given to me by the corrupt Count Regulus of Bravil. Sipping some tea in the local tavern, I readied my weapons. As usual, the target was very paranoid. I couldn't get a good look on the man's face but during one of my stakeouts on a bench nearby, it was clear that he was an Argonian.

I sighed at the Count's racism to beastfolk but shrugged it off, the pay will be amazing. The Argonian started running and I raised an eyebrow.

Behind him were three people in armor flanking him. The Argonian stopped and started talking to them calmly. I didn't get a single word but it was clear what he wanted them to do, Attack anybody following him.

With a grumpy huff, I climbed my way up on the housetops and started following him from above. Even then, I had a few close calls as the man's bodyguards looked up occasionally. I had probably followed him for an hour before the bodyguards left. I got out my secret weapon, the Hidden Blade.

I jumped down a couple feet behind him. As I crept up, the bodyguards started to return. Noticing me, they yelled to the man, "Usheeja! Behind you!" But it was too late. I sank my knife in his throat and laid him down peacefully. I took off running with three very angry bodyguards behind me.

They were pretty determined to kill me. I spent probably a good thirty minutes trying to avoid them before I was boxed into a corner. One of the men swung his battle axe like a madman trying to make contact with me. After the display of madness, I realized that these guards were very unskilled.

Another one with a hammer rushed and came down at me with all his strength. With quick footing, I barely dodged the heavy lump of steel. With the huge power came a long recovery time. Enough for me to slash with my trusty sword, Gwilth. He fell while the other two guards started to question if attacking me was a good idea.

The one with the battle axe charged at me and slashed. Obviously not learning from his comrade, I jumped back and rushed forward with Gwilth. With a thrust, he also fell. The last one with the sword was smart enough to run. Feeling generous, I let him go.

After a small trek through the streets of Bravil, I headed to the castle. The guards immediately stopped me before the Count nodded to let me through. I whispered, "It's done."

The Count nodded and tried not to smile. He grabbed my arm and handed me a pouch with a letter in it. I greedily snatched the pouch and left. When I was safely back at the tavern, I opened the pouch. Inside was a huge pile of gold and a letter sitting on top of the mound. I grabbed the letter and started to read it.

Dear Riden Snowe,
I'm very happy to hear word of your success. I have no more contracts for you and the Dark Brotherhood is after my head since I'm contracting a rogue assassin instead of them. If you have any friends, I'll be more than willing to pay you an extra five hundred gold to bring them here to guard me. Oh and have fun with the 1000 gold I gave you.

Your client, Count Terentius

I smiled at the gold and threw out the letter to keep the "where did you get that gold" question a mystery. The gold weighed me down a bit but it didn't stop me from packing up my weapons and venturing back to the Imperial City, my base of operations.
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Yeah yeah, Kinda redundant and a bit short. Not to mention that the whole "Imperial City" thing was from my last story.

My roleplaying is pretty standard when it comes to the first chapter of my story or in game. I rushed QUITE A BIT. Took me a good 20 minutes to finish off this. Not long...

Remember to Read and Review. R&R

[DarkZerker]

I have lots of time now! So look forward to a new chapter ever two days or so, but in other news, the story line will go like this. Bladesong Arc, then Dark Brotherhood conflict arc, then MAYBE the main quest arc, then finally a secret arc. Took me three hours straight to write this.

Acadian: Thanks for the advice. The assassinations are emotionless because well…Riden simply doesn’t care about the targets so far…but just wait.
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Chapter 3, The Aleswell Incident.
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It took me a good three hours before I made my way to Aleswell in search for the famed scroll Adamus told me about. When I arrived, the whole place was a ghost town with one exception you don’t see in a normal ghost town. A rake was skidding across a small farm with nobody there.

I was tired from the journey and anxious to get my hands on that scroll. I sighed heavily and yelled, “Alright! Where are you guys!?”

A voice of an Orc responded, “Shut up! Go talk to Diram if you really want to know.”

“If I find you, then you’re dead.” I said threateningly. ‘Idiot Orcs,’ I thought to myself.

A Dumner voice appeared from thin air, “Ah, so good for you to join us!”

I sighed, “What happened to this town?”

The man who I assumed was Diram replied, “This is the doing of an accursed mage. He lives out in a small fort close to here. You can even see it jutting out from the countryside.”

I looked all directions until, sure enough, a large marble fort looming over the landscape. It was very close and I could get there in a matter of minutes. I looked at the air and then shrugged, “I’ll fix your town…” I said, trying to contemplate if I’m really hearing voices or it’s just an invisibility spell.

I was right. The trip to the fort was very short. When I approached the courtyard of the fort, another voice came from nowhere. This time, it was very much human and very cranky, “Get out of my sanctum!”

I sighed, “Alright, I swear if you’re another invisible person, I’m going to do something we’ll all regret.”

The voice grumbled and I could hear footsteps. Surprisingly, the voice wasn’t invisible! It was actually an Altmer wearing ragged clothing with a staff attached to his back. The man was a mage, just like Diram said.

The mage was pretty grumpy, “What in all oblivion are you doing here?!”

“Apparently, you set an invisibility spell on the town of Aleswell and I’m here to seek a cure.” I said, trying to sound nice.

The mage practically threw a scroll at me, “Here! Take the scroll and leave me be. There’s a ring in it, remember to wear it and DO NOT take it off until you’re done with the scroll,” he said, putting heavy emphasis on the “Do Not” part of his directions.

I nodded and left for Aleswell. When I returned, I started hearing the voices of the townsfolk again. I couldn’t stand the madness any longer. Putting on the ring and whipping out the scroll, I muttered what it said on the scroll.

A bright flash of light enveloped the town and left me dazed and partly blinded. When my vision came back, all the other townsfolk were just as dazed as I was. Diram approached me, “Well done hero! From now on, Aleswell will forever be in your debt. You can stay in the inn as long as you want.”

“If you’re in my debt, do you know where Tess Rysan lives?” I asked smoothly.

Diram looked a bit puzzled at my question but nodded, “Sure…I just don’t understand why you would seek her out.”

“Something about a scroll that she’s selling?” I said.

Diram nodded, “Yes, and you don’t look like a mage. If anything, you look like an assassin.”

I laughed a bit on the inside at his stunning realization as his eyes widened as I showed him my arsenal, “You…are an assassin!”

His reaction finally did me in; I burst out laughing, “Yeah! Took you that long to realize eh?”

Diram regained his composure and spoke again, “You’re not going to kill any of us are you?”

“Maybe that Orc over there,” I said, pointing at the now visible Orc who was tending to the garden.

Diram pointed me to a small shack on the outskirts of town, “There’s Tess’ shop.”

I thanked him and left for the shack. When I came close to it, I realized it was very poorly built. Nails that held the walls were jutting out of the wood, the porch itself looked like a deathtrap with rickety flooring that most would think would reveal some sort of trap door.

I glared at the horribly made building and knocked. A very soothing voice started speaking, “Who is it?”

“I’m here for the scroll you’re selling,” I said.

“Of course, come right in!” She squeaked with excitement.

I rolled my eyes thinking if she greets all the customers with a excited voice as if they were her last.

I walked in and Tess immediately got to the counter. She was very beautiful, not with lots of make-up or magic, but naturally beautiful. Tess was kind of pale with very long hair, reaching to her lower back. But the most prominent part was a very well hidden expression of weariness like she’s seen warfare many times before.

“How much is the scroll you’re selling?” I asked, not at all dazed by her looks. It’s common for a rogue assassin to never be dazed by charms but some are better than others.

“Yes, of course! Here it is,” she said excitedly as she slid me a small scroll with a huge symbol that’s commonly used by commoners as “warning.”

“So how much is it?” I asked, reaching into my pocket for my pouch of gold.

“The last person to walk in was prepared to give me 2500 gold for it. So you need to get over 2500 gold to get it.” She announced.

“No problem,” I said, handing her the whole pouch of gold, “I’ve got about 2700 gold in there and I don’t want to bother counting.”

Tess and I shook each other’s hands and she started to look very anxious. I raised an eyebrow, “Tess, is something wrong?”

She shook her head as if she’s trying to get rid of a distant memory, “No…I just feel a bit anxious about Jongeron’s arrival.”

“Jongeron, you mean the traveling merchant?” I asked, remembering him from a contract quite a long time ago.

“Yes! How do you know him?” She asked.

I quickly went through my brain, thinking about a good cover story for my real profession, “I’m a…mercenary.” I quickly said.

“Oh…well Jongeron hasn’t replied back to my letters or showed up to Aleswell. He’s the only merchant that passes by Aleswell regularly and the only person to stock my shelves with food.” She said. I could’ve sworn I saw tears in her eyes.

“I’ll go looking for him. Know his schedule?” I asked.

Tess looked genuinely shocked by my proposal, “No, you’re probably tired from that ordeal with the invisibility spell on this town.”

She kept babbling on and I raised a hand to stop her, “No it’s okay. I’ll go check out when happened.”

Tess had a wide smile on her face, “Thank you so much! He usually travels on the road from here to Chorrol. Thanks again! I don’t understand why you’re trying to help me though. What’s your name?”

“Riden Snowe.” I said.

“Oh well thanks again!”

I nodded and left. After getting Carbon ready for travel, I traveled on the road, looking for any dead body or merchant. I had an odd feeling I couldn’t shake that Jongeron was killed by…something.

Sure enough, after a couple hours of maneuvering through forts and ruins, I found the body of Jongeron. I knelt down and checked to see if there was any letter or note on his person and sure enough, there was.

But before I had a chance to read it, the largest Orc I’ve ever seen roared triumphantly and charged towards me with a battleaxe the size of a child.

Before it could cut me in two, I barely dodged it, the axe hitting the ground and bringing up a small plume of dust. The Orc seemed even more enraged than it already did, pulling the battleaxe out of the ground with stunning speed.

In less than a couple seconds, it was back on its feet. Before I could pull out Gwilth, it was very close to me. Instead of a full forced headshot, it swept at my legs. While I tried my best to dodge, the Orc was very strong. It didn’t hit full on but the humongous axe scraped at my waist. A very bad cut was inflicted and I knew I couldn’t get the battle to drag on any longer.

The Orc was fast and strong and there was no way to fight him head on. So I ended up goading the Orc to attack at a small tree behind me. Thankfully, the axe didn’t go all the way through and the Orc ended up taking a long time to pull it out.

Right when it turned to face me, Gwilth impacted its heavy black armor and hit its mark, giving a clean stab. When I pulled Gwilth out, the Orc fell with a thud.

Heavily wounded and battered, I had to head back to Aleswell. I started to pass out on Carbon but kept myself alive and conscious until I reached Tess’ shack.

Carbon nearly threw me off and I limped to the door and when I opened it, Tess jumped, surprised at my grim expression.

When she noticed the blood dripping from my waist, she rushed to a small compartment and pulled out a colorful assortment of potions and some plain white cloth. I started to give out from the loss of blood. The last thing I remembered was Tess yelling, “Don’t give up Riden! Please fight!”
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Um…let’s see. I wish this stuff really did happen in Oblivion. Bladesong was very well made but linear at the same time. There’s no room for flexibility if you want to choose if you want Tess to have a romantic or normal relationship with you.

But other than that, I fabricated quite a bit here. The first time I played Bladesong, I nearly had a heart attack from the Orc. About Riden’s wound…the wound was just a deep flesh wound. Deep enough to clear the outer tissue and cause heavy bleeding but not deep enough to hit any vital organs. I had lots of time today to write this…not anymore though.

Watch for Chapter 4, Tess' Mind(maybe not an official chapter).
I'm going to experiment with somebody other than Riden's POV to see what will happen. What do you guys think?

This post has been edited by DarkZerker: Jul 24 2010, 06:00 AM